Teenage

Imagine a life without fuel, where man would slowly yet perish, for the present, it is a nightmare, but soon would be our future.

With the exhausting sources of fuel, we are near to our own end, and one day would lie a barren earth, in place of the lush green cover.

But still lies an untouched chance, the key to reshape the future, the opportunity to restore energy, through a simple step of saving fuel.

A small step of taking car pools, and using the least possible electricity, a step of using the maximum of sun, would pave a path for a bright future.

To see vehicles moving on roads, being moved by petrol or diesel, we must be careful to not exhaust the treasured sources of fuel.

To see a future bounty of successes, we must take a step ahead of all, to prevent that dreadful future, where renewal of fuel’s most awaited.

A clown wearing a black suit
made arrangements for his show
with the venue as the pavement.
He waited for the spectators to come
and began his show. He removed
strips of coloured paper from his mouth,
a rabbit from his hat and a gold coin
from everyone’s hair. He ended the
show by bowing, asking for money
for he was as poor as a beggar.
Then, he made that disappear too.

The marvel of nature’s balance,
between the pitter-patter of rain
and the beaming rays of sun,
teach us important lessons of life.

The grave error a man makes
is a slight imbalance in his life,
which makes his views erroneous
about this beautiful boon, life.

The balance must be smooth,
between life’s important factors,
work, hardships and relationship
and a control on care, rage and strife.

A tinge of balance in one’s life
can ignite the impulse hidden in,
to achieve worth a thousand goals
with just a little effort and interest.

Sometimes when you feel alone
and need a place to go
you think of your home
But where is your home?
Where’s the place you need to go sometimes?
I think about the people who have no home or place to go
so I feel hurt and alone

I just want to plant the tree today,
Crying, laughing, amazing, shouting,
Not like the others,
I am not a nationalist!

On the other planets,
There would be no hearing,
My voice struggled at the galaxy,
But no one heard me.

Very long shoes,
With a short hoe,
Digging the world to bring peace,
Sadly, no one listened to me again.

What else could I do for this world?
To stop over nationalism,
I am not done yet.
We won’t let it happen again.

~~POEM TO STOP OVER NATIONALISM~~

The Patriotic Indian Soldier

They work day and night for the country
and protect the nation bravely
Their aim is to keep people safe,
these recruits should really be praised.
They feel proud to be an Indian Soldier,
to protect the nation
They are too clever,
they can live in the cold but not shiver
because they are born to guard others forever.
They can die for the country but would not fear,
they can fight for the country but would not give up
and work for the country and labour,
because they are born to be valour.
We Indians rely on them,
they are worth a precious gem,
These reputable soldiers let us thrive,
they fight for the country to keep us alive.
These soldiers are worthy of respect
as they are our life’s aspect
They are like our brothers who are trustworthy,
they are really praiseworthy.

Seeing black clouds appear, makes me feel happier,
I start waiting for rain, forgetting all my pain.
When a drop of water falls on me, I feel joyous and very free,
I run away for getting wet, along with my cute little pet.
But, Alas! Clouds disappear, and the sizzling sun reappears,
Me and my pet feel disappointed, desperate and disheartened.
We dreamt to dance in the rain,
we dreamt to jiggle in the rain, we dreamt to sing in the rain,
but it didn’t rain; all in vain.
We waited for rain, again and again,
I say, “Almighty! Please shower us with rain”, and again dream of jiggling, dancing, singing, yet it isn’t raining.

A feather moved down
like a Sherpa going down
the tall Mount Everest.

A feather moved down
from the top of the building
to the bottom.

A feather glided down
with a lot of care
as slowly as a snail

A feather moved down
and finding it could land,
landed on the rock runway
like an aeroplane.

lonely girl walks alone,
lonely girl stumbles and falls,
lonely girl does not have a name,
but what lonely girl does not know is…

she is not alone.

The tune of melody
penetrates to the depth of each and every soul,
giving a touch of enlightenment.

The tune of ecstasy frees boredom
from every jaded being
and makes them elated.

The tune of harmony
gives an essential lesson
to the masses in society
to live and love peacefully.

The tune of amusement
brightens the mood
of every dejected individual,
cheering them up.

The tune of all worlds
with melody, ecstasy and joy
brings out the best,
hidden in every deep soul.